This is the scene where we are back at the beginning, arrive at Pride Rock and Pumbaa's special power takes place in Ryan's and Crash's Adventures of The Lion King 1½.
[The sunrise starts again]
Male singer: Nants ingonyama bagithi baba~
Back-up singers: Sithi uhhmm ingonyama~
Pumbaa and Timon enter the scene, walking across the sunrise from left to right]
Pumbaa: [voice] Okay, so now we're back at the beginning. Right, Timon?
Timon: [voice] Oh, you got that right, pally.
Male singer: Ingonyama~
Timon: [voice, narrating] At last, things were looking up. I had the sun on my shoulders, the wind at my heels, a song in my heart.
[Timon and Pumbaa freak out as the animals all bear down on them]
Timon: Aah!
Pumbaa: Aah!
[Pumbaa races out from under all the roaring and screeching animals as they rush past; Timon rides on his back. Timon steers Pumbaa as he says this line]
Timon: [narrating] And to protect me, a great, big, fat guy!
[Pumbaa pauses the movie. Cut back to the silhouettes]
Pumbaa: (shocked) You really think I look fat?
Timon: Uhh, Pumbaa, Pumbaa, Pumbaa. You're a pig. It's a compliment!
Pumbaa: (mollified) Oh-ho-ho. Thank you!
[Pumbaa resumes the movie. Pride Rock rises before the two of them as the crest a small hill; a deep lion roar sounds.]
Female singer: It's the Circle of Life~ And it moves us all...~
Timon: Whoo-hoo! There it is, the big pointy rock! Oh, baby, we're almost there.
Female singer: Through despair and...~
[A record-needle scratching sound accompanies them screeching to a halt as the suddenly see that Pride Rock is surrounded by hundreds of animals]
Pumbaa: I think we're a little late.
Timon: It's a land rush. That loud-mouthed monkey! He must've blabbed it to the whole world!
Pumbaa: What exactly did he say?
Timon: [mimics Rafiki] Look beyond what you see.
Pumbaa: So maybe you're supposed to look beyond rhe big pointy rock.
Timon: [as though he came up with it himself] Maybe I'm supposed to look beyond the big pointy rock!
Pumbaa: Hmm?
Timon: Well... let's have a little look, shall we? Beyond what I see... beyond what I see... beyond what I see...
[Camera pans past Pride Rock (where Rafiki is carrying Simba to the tip of the promontory) and all the gathered animals to a small hill with a little cave in it right behind the Rock.]
Timon: Oh ho! What do you know? The monkey's got an eagle eye for real estate!
Pumbaa: [indicating the impending ceremony] Timon, look!
Timon: He-he-hey! It's the monkey!
Pumbaa: What's that he's holdin' up?
Timon: Aw, who cares? It's not important. Come on! My dream home awaits.
[They approach the gathering of animals from behind, rising in front of them like a wall. Pumbaa nervously shrinks back away from them.]
Pumbaa: Uh... I don't do so well in crowds. Maybe we better go around.
Timon: Don't you know the shortest distance between me and my dream home is a straight line? Follow me!
[He leads Pumbaa straight into the breach]
Animal #1: Oh.
Timon: Excuse me!
Animal #2: Ow.
Animal #3: Hello!
Animal #4: Goodness.
Timon: Make room, make room. Watch it, Twiggy. I'm walkin' here!
[The Animals snort and glower at them as they push their way through the crowd. Suddenly Pumbaa's stomach gurgles fiercely; he sits down in "emergency" mode]
Pumbaa: (miserably)Ahem... Timon? There's something I gotta tell ya.
Timon: Pumbaa, Pumbaa, Pumbaa. We'll have a plenty of time to chat once we settle in.
Pumbaa: [stomach gurgles more; he starts to panic] I could really use a rest stop.
Timon: [trying to get him back on track] Don't worry. You'll get your second wind.
Pumbaa: [breaking out in sweat] Ohh! I got a really bad feeling! Timon: It'll pass. Trust me! It'll pass.
[Pumbaa releases a massive fart. An elephant freaks out and trumpets. All the animals immediately around them cough and collapse, followed by the ones a little farther away—wildebeests,giraffes, and rhinos.]
Zebra #1: Oh, look. The rhinos are bowing.
Zebra #2: Ooh, we'd better bow, too.
[The zebras bow, followed by the antelope in front of them, then more wildebeests, elephants, and the whole rest of the gathered crowd, all laid out in splendid array as seen from the perspective of Mufasa, Rafiki, and Zazu at the tip of the promontory]
Zazu: Look, sire, how they kneel before the royal son.
[Timon and Pumbaa stand at the epicenter of what looks like a nuclear blast; a slight hissing sound is heard, as well as groans and coughs. We see that the hissing is Timon's hair on fire, fizzling down to his scalp.]
Timon: [goes suddenly from aghast to thrilled] So, I guess that's your special power, huh? What a weapon!
Pumbaa: Uh, you mean, you don't mind?
Timon: Ha ha! Are you kidding? It was a gas! Ha ha ha ha ha!
Pumbaa: [his spirits rising a little] Well, I don't like to toot my own horn...
Timon: Yeah, that's probably for the best. [Pause for a beat.] Let's go, Pumbaa!
Pumbaa: Lead the way!
[Timon and Pumbaa wind their way through the prostrate animals as the beams of sunlight fall on Simba high atop the promontory above them. Dissolve to the piled rocks that mark Timon's new dream-home spot.]
Timon: This is it, buddy-boy. Home sweet home! And I don't gotta share it with anybody. Ha ha ha!
Pumbaa: Don't you get, you know, lonely out here?
Timon: Lonely? Try commitment-free. [ties up a hammock and lies down] The elbow-to-elbow life reminds me a little too much of home. This place has everything. Cool refreshments [Pumbaa hands him a massive bowl of slush], cozy little hammock, a lovely water feature—and it's all mine.
Pumbaa: Oh. {takes in the fact that he's not being factored in; tries to handle it bravely} Well... it's really coming together, Timon, so, uh, so I guess I'll just be going. {walks off slowly}
Timon: Wait a minute, now wait-wa-wait. There's no law that says you have to go. I mean, if you want—
Pumbaa: [zipping back immediately] Ooh, great! I already made up two beds!
[The camera shows the two grass beds, one much bigger than the other]
Pumbaa: One for you, and one for me.
Timon: [yawns luxuriantly] Ohh! Gee, all this construction work has me bushed. Think I'll turn in early.
[He crawls over the smaller bed and makes himself comfortable in the larger, Pumbaa-sized bed]
Timon: Ahh! Yeah...
[Pumbaa circles around twice, then somehow stuffs himself into the smaller bed. A leg pops out sideways, but he gets comfortable anyway.]
Pumbaa: Ahh... Good night.
Timon: Sleep tight.
Pumbaa: Dream of bedbugs tonight.
Timon: Ahh.
[They fall asleep. Dissolve to the exterior of the cave; camera trucks out slowly as the scene gradually switches to daylight.]
Timon: [narrating] Home sweet home indeed.